#Over Hyper Baker

[pleasantpaw7-13]

Indie Multimuse RP Blog Felinia Muses Comic Made By Rainy-Bleu

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[annarexcouture]

[zahraaziza]

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: the term "rosy" refers to the readers rouge clad cheeks specifically, not the readers actual skin tone in any way shape or form. enjoy reading!!

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a corrupted innocent (hyper) femme reader & dad's best friend slash milf abby anderson type pairing.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. explicit sexual content. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢.

—୨♡୧ now playing 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 (𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢)

𝐃𝐁𝐅!𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 craves more of that sugar and spice you got…

in warm sugared hues, small specks of flour dusted the rosy apples of your cheeks, that you so delicately sifted into a porcelain bowl just a few minutes prior, blending the creamy batter with each tender turn of the whisk in sugar's sweet caress, as the candied aroma of vanilla meshed with fine sprinkles of cinnamon left a trail of delight.

the silky frills neatly draped along the hemline of that dainty apron tied snugly around your waist gently swayed, whilst you tiptoed around your quaint kitchen, softly molding the buttery warmth of the dough into tiny morsels, so sweet for your loving parents to enjoy, once they get back home.

little did they know, their seemingly innocent sweetheart, an angel pure in their sight, harbored a secret beneath that sugary guise of hers. one, in which your charming, gentle giant next door neighbor and dad's best bud anderson, payed you frequent special visits to get a lasting taste of her most beloved special treat, always coming back to savor that sticky sweetness of yours on the very tip of her tongue, when their watchful eyes aren't around.

bending you over the counter adorned in delectable swirls of glossy frosting and powdered sugar, abby slipped the rough pads of her fingers through the lovely little ribbon of that apron wrapped behind the small of your back. flipping your skirt up over your hips she gingerly traced the rough flat of her palm between the plush of those swollen lips to your drooling princess parts, "you're irresistible, d'you know that cupcake?".

soft mewls bubbled away in your throat, as she relentlessly left light smacks against your spread out pussy, glazing her thick digits in the creamy slick of your love juices, almost as sweet as the tender-hearted dessert you so docilely prepared.

oh, how she loved fucking her little darling baker stupid. having you almost forget that special family recipe of yours, you tucked so closely to your heart, from all that teasing and toying with her dearest treat right between your thighs, "acting like a good girl in front of daddy, but are truly such a needy little play thing for momma, huh. aren't you, baby?"

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[pilfappreciator]

Brandi and Bruce’s S/o looking after the bakers dozen on their own, what shenanigans occur?

Anon this is?? Literally so cute what the hell??? Also referring to them as the "bakers dozen" is so genuis sfhjjfdadfggh—

Reader & the Bakers Dozen: babysitting solo

Includes: GN! Reader, mentions of polyamory, mentions of Vacay Lovers, slightly Parental! Reader, the Bakers Dozen

CW: Bruce Jr.

🍪 POV: your partners go off to some fancy convention to promote their business, leaving you to watch after all 13 of their kids. Chaos ensues

🍪 These little shits are already a lot to handle, so when you suddenly find yourself being the only adult in the house responsible for them? Yeah, babes, you've definitely got your hands full

🍪 Luckily, you've spent enught time at the Vacay Lovers household that things are at least a little easier for you lol

🍪 They definitely behave much better for you compared to other babysitters. Partly because you're smoochin their parents (and don't wanna get in trouble), and partly because they genuinely like you :3

🍪 But they're still little shits thru and thru, don't forget that

🍪 If they happen to have school? Chances are Bruce and Brandi already took care of their lunches and stuff before they left, so it'll be up to you to pick them up (WARNING: THE KIDS WILL TRY TO CONVINCE YOU TO GO ORDER AT THE NEAREST FAST FOOD PLACE! Unless you've got money for 13 happy meals, prepare to hit em with a firm refusal). Definitely helps if you blast some music in the van! They've kinda lost interest in Velvet & Veneer after learning the two literally tortured their dad and uncles...

🍪 Play Brozone. They'll go crazy and shout-sing along with Bruce's parts lol

🍪 Later in the day you can expect a few to come up to you for homework help. They might also wanna help with dinner, but fyi there WILL be a mess. Pasta sauce on the floor, flour all over the counters, stains on your clothes— the whole shebang

🍪 Want the least amount of casualties? Just let them set the table (no worries, all the plates and stuff are made of plastic ajdjakkala)

🍪 A few of them have some dietary restrictions tho so keep that in mind!! Luckily, you can always find a list of reminders/examples up on the fridge courtesy of lovely muppet wife Brandi <33

🍪 If the kids don't have school that day, then be prepared. You're gonna have very little time to yourself ://

🍪 Like they've each got their own interests and hobbies to keep them occupied, but sometimes they'll need you to reach somewhere up high, or for you to play tiebreaker/settle an argument, or they honestly just want you to join them for a game of hide and seek which???

🍪 "Aw, you sure you guys don't mind me joining in?"

"Yeah! Just cuz you're old doesn't mean you can't have fun, too!"

"...Gee, thanks :D"

🍪 They're merciless

🍪 They've all got their own set of chores they need to do. Each and everyone will try to worm their way out of them. All of them. Everytime

🍪 Sure, they can be a little hyper sometimes, but they're like 6-8 years old so that's expected. For the most part, they're all pretty chill

🍪 It's Bruce Jr. who you've gotta watch out for

🍪 He is a shit- stirer and I WILL FOREVER STAND BY THAT

🍪 This guy won't hesitate to rally his siblings into whatever plan he's been cookin in that feral little head of his. Prepare yourself because you're MOST DEFINITELY getting pranked. It's like a requirement or something

🍪 One nice thing i have to say about Bruce Jr. is that he's actually pretty resourceful. Like this little dude is using everyday household items like he's staring in his own Home Alone movie AKSJSJAKA—

🍪 Rest assured, tho, none of his pranks are seriously harmful or anything but like... at the end of the day, expect:

1) to be covered in craft supplies

2) your clothes/skin/hair a mess

3) to have one limb stuck in a bucket

4) all of the above

🍪 Honestly I feel like Bruce and Brandi would be surprised if they came back and DIDN'T find you sporting paint-stained clothes or with glitter in your hair. Maybe a few stickers slapped on your forehead??

🍪 The trick to dealing with this little agent of chaos is to either keep him separated from his siblings long enough so he doesn't manage to rope anyone into his schemes, or strike some kinda deal with him. Considering he's got 12 siblings, all of whom you need to be watching over at the same time, chances are the second option is your safest bet

🍪 Chances are he'll ask for something semi-illegal, or at the very least something that DEFINITELY requires adult supervision

🍪 DO NOT LET THIS BOY TALK YOU INTO BUYING ANYTHING RELATED TO FIRE. Seems like an easy task, I know. Unfortunately this little shit enherited his dad's charm so watch out o_o

🍪 He'll settle for a happy meal tho. Hopefully you didn't already cave and take him and his siblings out to eat earlier, otherwise you're spending even more money ajsjakkala

🍪 If any errands need to be run during your time there, you BETTER BELIEVE they're all coming with. You'll need to be incredibly vigilant during this time cuz these kids are even more rowdy in public than they are at home. If you're smart about it, you can turn the whole thing into a game! If everyone manages to grab everything off the grocery list in a certain amount of time or if they're able to find the best quality (but relatively cheap) brand of laundry detergent, then you'll buy each of them candy or something uwu

🍪 You can count on them to be cooperative, but like... bring the family child leash just in case

🍪 Cough cough (Bruce Jr.) cough cough

🍪 MOVIES BEFORE BED! It's a bit of a family tradition in the Vacay Lovers household. Yknow, just some way for the kids to spend time together before the day ends

🍪 You're most definitely gonna be playing tiebreaker when the time comes. All 13 of them have wildly different tastes

🍪 Absolutely no scary movies tho. They'll try to argue that theyre able to handle it, but at the end of the night expect to find yourself under a pile of frightened children who've ctawled into bed with you

🍪 Their collective nightly routine is literally?? So chaotic??? Like all of them are simultaneously trying to squeeze into the same bathroom just to brush their teeth... running in and out of their respective rooms... trying to sneak some extra dessert before bed

🍪 Literally never a quite moment in this household jshskakakam

🍪 You might have to read a few bedtime stories or sing a lullaby—

"Dad does it better"

"Just go to bed, Benji"

—but once they've settled in under the covers? Out like a light. They are unconscious the moment their heads hit their pillows

🍪 You'll probably have a mess (or two... or three) to clean up afterwards, but once they're taken care of? Dishes washed? Counters clean? You're more than welcome to crash on Bruce and Brandi's bed <33

🍪 Said couple returns home the next morning...

🍪 Just to find their kids drawing on your face with marker. Cross your fingers that none of its permanent 💀💀

Hope this was good! I know I call them all little shits BUT I MEAN IT AFFECTIONATELY OKAY AJSJAKA

Ngl I feel like this could have been like... more colorful? Like I was very general about the kids and their behavior as a whole, but now I'm super tempted to make a post describing each of them and all their little quirks! Just something fun to do that'll help me write them better in the future ;3

[kalopses-sonderes]

Hyper anon here and ngl gonna ask for either more hcs....oooor one shot.

Soooo...how did the cookies get the baker to open up to them? How did they get the baker to come out of their shell to have fun instead of being so nervous and shy and well...afraid of making a bad impression?

A/n: it was the rubber ducky situation all over again! Kinda- short fic! I can’t write a fic one shot for the life of me💀 i think I answered the ask the right-

Pure Vanilla and baker were walking through the kingdom, enjoying the lovely weather they were having! Pure Vanilla held a couple of bags filled with gifts he got for baker as they silently trailed behind him, until… The sound of squeak was heard. It wasn’t loud nor stirred the peace of the kingdom. The Baker heard it, turning their head towards an alleyway. Pure Vanilla continues to walk and talk about kingdom affairs, not realizing Baker stopped following.

They heard the squeak again and walked down the small space between the two buildings. The area led to another part of the kingdom with more stores and buildings, just, less crowded. They peeped they’re head out of the alleyway, they saw Lilac and Yogurt Cream talking in front of a store selling miscellaneous items. Yogurt Cream was squeezing a rubber ducky he purchased; it was a classic, yellow rubber ducky. Lilac watched Yogurt Cream with an unamused look in his eyes, watching Yogurt cream be entertained by some toy. Lilac was the first to notice the Baker out of the corner of his eyes, he followed their gaze to the rubber ducky. There were stars in and sparkles in their eyes.

Lilac reached into the bag he was carrying a pulled out another rubber ducky, but this one was purple. He held it out, beckoning the baker to come and take it. The Baker didn’t hesitate, they walked over and took the purple ducky, squeezing it then letting air fill back into it.

…Pure Vanilla has has walked multiple blocks before realizing the Baker wasn’t there. “So which situation should we…” He looks behind himself to only see his own shadow. “… attend to first.. Baker?!”

He was filled with fear when he realized Baker wasn’t with him anymore. He asked nearby cookie, they told him they haven’t seen Baker. It put the entire Kingdom into Chaos while the Baker was playing with a purple ducky.

The Baker and Yogurt Cream continues to bond over their love of rubber duckys. The Baker was more hyper and lively as they continued to play with the rubber duckies. It took a good 20 more minutes before Pure Vanilla found Baker.

“Baker! I’ve been looking for you, what happened?! Are you hurt?!” Pure Vanilla looked over the Baker for any cuts like a concerned parent.

“I’m fine!” The Baker laughed, putting the purple ducky in Pure Vanillas face and making it squeak squeak. “Look at it!”

Pure Vanilla was even more concerned.. Why was Baker so lively? He didn’t ask, nor did he want to know, hes happy his Baker is talking to him!

A/n: rubber ducky made baker happy! I hope any of this made actual sense, in my brain it did lmao

[sweetbunpura]

ok, ok. Hear me out on the Animal Lover Yuu! Eventually each dorm gets/befriends one of Yuu’s animals and adopts them into the dorm. For example, Murder the raven/crow goes to diasomnia (like Diablo for Maleficent) and vibes with Lilia’s bats. Heartslaybul gets a deer or a ferret (a group of ferrets is a business! And that fits Riddle’s vibes). Our lovely fox could befriend Savannaclaw, he plays underhanded tricks but is a good nap buddy for Leona. Octotrio has a duck, loves the water in the lounge, helps Jade collect mushrooms, chases out riff raff for Azul, and is the same level of crazy hyper as Floyd. Scarabia has a snek (Jamil does not appreciate the irony but does like that it keeps Kalim busy) who is VERY pretty and likes to sit on Kalim’s head like a turban or around Jamil’s neck. Pomfiore has a falcon or other bird of prey, they clean their feathers regularly with Vil, hunt/stalk with Rook, and are ‘manly’ enough to hang out with Epel. Ignihyde gets our lovely loyal pupper, Ortho says it reminds him or the Cerberus dog bots (from chapter 7) and our good boy is patient enough for Idia to warm up to (despite being a cat person).

An unintended side effect of the boys bonding with the animals from Ramshackle is that the animals become biased in the shipping war. Each one encourages Yuu to spend time with THEIR dorm, and thinks their dorm would make better mates for the Ramshackle prefect. The animals all get along back home, but on campus they take sides and aren’t afraid to play the cute/sad pet card to get their way.

Enjoy the chaos hun!! 😘

Each animal tries to sell Yuu on each dorm like it's real estate. Murder's over here like " You get a prince, a general, and two body guards." Marahute, the golden eagle, tells Yuu about the wonderful day they had with Pomefiore: "An actor and a Model, an exceptional hunter such as themselves, and manly apple." Scorch, the ferret, babbles about the unbirthday party they went to: "A baker, a Magicam magician, a nice rebel, a lawmaker, and a law breaker!" Wimdy's taking about the great nap they took with Leona, and all the things they stole with Ruggie (Yuu told them to put it back, but Wimdy kept half of it.)

Hista, the viper (ironically enough), sings a tale of their day: "A merchant's son and his powerful adviser, plus there would be plenty of room for us!" Scourge, the duck, goes on about their day in Octavinelle while humming a familiar tune: "A remarkable businessman, a man who loves nature, and one who can cook up an amazing meal." Floppy's having a field day in Ignihyde: " You two good boys! And a little brother!"

Yuu tries laughing it off, but they're noticing how the animals are trying to pair them up with a few of the dorm members...

[psuedosugu]

only him ★

suguru geto x reader

synopsis: a strange man you meet on your way back home gradually coaxes you into his way of thinking

cw: manipulation

notes: i don’t know if i like this,,,,might rewrite,,,the vision was there tho

the crescent moon shone above you as your shoes pitter-pattered on the hard pavement you walked on.

you had just closed up shop for the night, and you were on your way home.

being one of the only employees at your small bakery, to say that you were tired was an understatement. to you, though? it was worth it.

you lived in a small town where everyone knew eachother, and you were known as the town baker, a title that you wore with pride. the fact that you were able to bring joy to people through your work made it all feel worthwhile.

you followed your usual route, the one you had taken dozens of times before. left then left then right and left- until something caught your eye.

around the corner, right beside the usually deserted building you always passed, was a….creature?

any other, reasonably normal person would’ve started screaming, but you were used to this. you had been seeing these…..things (for lack of a better word) since you were little. you were terrified at first, but attempts at telling others what you were seeing only earned you confused glares, so you kept it to yourself. the smaller ones you could easily fling away, but you had learnt the hard way that it was better to leave the larger ones alone.

this one was different, though. there was a man next to it, but he didn’t seem distressed. the creature wasn’t violent, but was subdued, almost like the man was controlling it. with a snap of a finger, the creature was gone.

you watched the scene before you, lips slightly parted in awe, before the man’s eyes diverted to you. before he could ask why you were staring, “how’d you do that?”you blurted out, blunt and straight to the point, like a child asking how an item works.

a hint of surprise flashed through his features before his lips crinkled into a soft smile. “how does what work?” he asked, playing dumb.

“the- the, um. where’d it-?” you stumbled over your words. he laughed at your confusion, and your face heated up in mild embarrassment.

“the curse? it’s mine.” he said matter-of-factly, as if that explained anything.

“curse? yours?”

he nodded.

“…i’ve never met anyone who can see them too.” you were intrigued by this strange man. you’d never seen him before, so he must’ve been an outsider.

he seemed intrigued in you too. “you haven’t?” he asked. you shook your head no.

he walked towards you. “well,” he started, “you’re a curse user, no? you have a cursed technique?”

you thought to yourself. you had always known you were different, too hyper aware of the air around you. you could somewhat control the wind, you could even lift small items if you tried hard enough.

you nodded, hesitantly. “i-i can control the wind.”

“the wind?” he questioned.

“the air.” you corrected yourself, and to prove your point you lifted a small pebble that was near your feet to eye level.

the man looked impressed, leaning on the wall next to him. “…and you’ve never met any other curse users, so you taught yourself?”

“yeah..” you responded, tossing the pebble to the side.

“that’s impressive.”

the man was tall, with long, ebony hair that cascaded down his back. he had a dark aura to him, which contradicted with how pulled you felt towards him, despite only knowing him for a few minutes.

“oh,” he exclaimed, “forgive me, i haven’t even introduced myself.”

his name was suguru. suguru geto. not a name you were familiar with, so he definitely wasn’t from here.

the two of you talked for a while longer. he was there to collect curses, he said, to add them to his arsenal of some sort. he answered some of your questions, but left you with many more, and when he said that he should start heading home, that his girls would be waiting for him, you felt a pang of disappointment.

he did leave you with his number, though, and a promise that he would be back, so you walked the rest of your way back home with a bounce in your step.

turns out that he wasn’t lying. the two of you met again, a second time, third time, fourth time, etc. he did spy on you a bit between said meetings, not in a malicious way, suguru justified to himself, just to make sure you were safe and doing well!

his presence lingered around you, whether it was outside your window, across the street, he just wanted to be near you, and could you blame him? you were stunning, would be the perfect addition to his “family” in time. though you were trapped, shackled by this society that saw sorcerers as lesser, he would free you. he would be the savior that you needed.

he became obsessed with this thought, and as he learnt more about you, you gradually learnt more about him. he told you about his 2 adoptive daughters, who he loved dearly. he also told you more about his views on the world, and the people in it.

“we’re special, [name]. different from them. better than them.” he told you one day.

“them?” you asked.

“non-sorcerers.”

you blinked at him. “i mean, we are different, yeah. i wouldn’t say better-“

“what are curses made out of?” he interrupted.

“….cursed energy?” you quoted his teachings.

“and where does cursed energy come from?”

“the emotions of non-sorcerers.”

he let out a small hum of approval before pulling you closer to him.

“the leaches of society.”

he had talked down on non-sorcerers before, small little jabs, but you were able to brush them off. he didn’t want to scare you off, of course. he had started to find a liking towards you, as the girls also had when he brought them around. he couldn’t let you slip away, not now.

you had grown attached, though. you were in his grasp now, and through carefully curated words, he planted the first seeds in your mind, letting his ideals bloom. “ they’re monkeys,” he would tell you, “you shouldn’t waste your time, talent, and effort on them.”

you loved your bakery more than you loved yourself, but the more that you listened to him, the more that you started to understand.

you had always been alienated from people, like they could just tell that you were different. you felt like you had to do favors, like you had to bend over backwards so you wouldn’t be alone, but with suguru, you could just be you, and that was enough.

you were infatuated with him, exactly how he wanted you to be.

you knew now, how cruel he could be. you knew that the same hands that held you so softly had struck down many. you knew that the same voice that told you such sweet praises was the last thing some heard before their demise. you knew, and yet you didn’t care. they were non-sorcerers, after all. they didn’t matter.

and so when he’d eventually ask you to uproot your life and move in with him permanently, to become a part of his family, you’d say yes, of course, because nobody else mattered. only him.

[wazzappp]

1.2. 3. 4.(You're Here!)

FINISHED!!! I’ll be adding little links so the whole comic is easier to follow. Honestly I was looking at the first page and uhhhh. Brother eughhhhhhh. I feel like I’ve MUCH improved since I first started this. I started experimenting with some textured brushes and effects layers to add a little more interest to the pages and I think it adds a lot to it. And now I get to move on to telling the rest of the story hell yeah (I have to draw Heisenberg factory interior. Aghh. Also sorry the house back looks so different I decided to stop being allergic to architecture and just draw the damn house lol)

They’ve been communicating too well they need to lie to each other a little <3. I think it makes sense for them both to be a little spooked by each other. Despite Gabe’s efforts his powers are DISTURBINGLY similar to Eveline. His description of assimilating the garden plants into essentially his own mini less sophisticated hive mind didnt really inspire a lot of confidence.(plants aren’t very smart so they don’t make as good friends for building a complex hivemind [thank god]. As a side note I wonder how long, if ever, it would take for Robbie to acknowledge that he was LITERALLY INSIDE EVELINES HIVEMIND when he was stuck in the mold column at the end of the ship section [GODAMNIT I need to draw Gabe with a machine gun]. LIKE BRO YOU TALKED TO A SANE AND NORMAL JACK BAKER HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THAT HAPPENED. Christ this is a long side note sorry sorry adhd ‘extra thought’ induced rant over.)

And ROBBIE. I mean the Bakers were fucking SCARY dude. If you ever wanna know what having RE Robbie be after you would feel like, just play Jacks section of the game where he’s hunting you through the house. You can waste your bullets by firing a whole mag into his head, but he’ll just get back up. He won’t stop coming after you. It is PANIC INDUCING my dude holy fucking shit. You start flinching at every little noise of the house settling, hyper aware of anything sounding like a voice, is that the thunder outside or is he slamming his godamn shovel on the ground as a promise to severely fuck you up again…Gabe hasn’t forgotten what that’s like.

Anyway full comics don’t seem like such a nightmare anymore!! I’ve been successfully desensitized lmao <33

[matchalovertrait]

Growing up eating delicious baked goods was one way to spark your interest in cooking, and your parent(s) always encouraged you! Your cooking skills flourished by the time you were a teen and you had only one goal in mind: becoming a celebrity chef. You work hard to achieve that dream.

Aspiration: Culinary Curator + Master Chef

Traits: Foodie, Hyper, Creative, Neurotic, Ambitious

Dulce realized her dream of becoming a celebrity chef at a young age. When she was found crying due to being bullied for her dyslexia, her mother, Noemí, knew she had to comfort her daughter. Noemí remembered the fond memories she had with her own mother in the kitchen, which inspired her to become a baker; so, she sought to recreate those memories. The plan worked, but Dulce discovered she preferred savory food over sweet food! Either way, the kitchen became their shared sanctuary. She immersed herself in the craft and began building her skills.

The turning point in her culinary journey came when she participated in the hit cooking competition show, Diced Junior. Despite the intense pressure and high stakes, she remained level-headed and impressed the judges with her creativity and refined palate. However, her own ego led to her elimination. Losing was a much-needed reality check that led her to reassess her motivations and ambitions. She realized that her love for cooking was fueled by the desire to be the best rather than bringing joy to others.

Dulce took a step back and focused on the art aspect of cooking and continued to share her recipes on social media. She had a few loyal followers, but the numbers began steadily rising after her episode of Diced Junior aired! Turns out, people found her quite charismatic and enjoyed her story. They were curious to see what was in store for young Dulce. While she was working on that, she also focused on her personal life. She hung out with her friends, spent time with her family, and played on the basketball team. She even dated a fellow Diced Junior competitor, Alex Marino.

Everything was going well, but as time went on, her resentment towards corrupt businessman Alfonso Alto grew stronger, leading to her exposé video. It was a huge risk, but Dulce managed to save her family business and put the criminal behind bars. Still, not everything was sunshine and rainbows after that. Life felt stagnant and she was ready to graduate high school, which seemed to drag on. Then, when Alex came back, she falsely believed that they wanted to rekindle their romantic relationship, which was not the case.

After saving the bakery and being heartbroken once again, Dulce is now focusing on herself and her dreams of becoming a celebrity chef. What does the future hold for this rising star?

[robinsno1lesbian]

hiii long time no see! can i please request a blurb where nancy runs a bakery in a small yet popular town and reader come in all the time and is instantly drawn to her innocence and hyper femininity and they both get to know each other one day which leads to them discovering each others desires and tastes 🤭

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

- n.w. x reader

summary: new au unlocked?? baker!nancy wheeler? (2.8k)

warnings: SMUT!! (mdni), vaginal fingering, oral sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, finger sucking, thigh riding, hyperfeminine!nancy, pet names (baby, pretty girl…), not an actual warning but there’s a brief mention of body hair in this and if that’s something that bothers you, respectfully, you can fuck right off :)

a/n: thank you so much for your request! i always appreciate them so if you have any for my summer fics don’t hesitate to send them! this turned into so much more than a short blurb, i hope you don’t mind! i also wrote this at the beach so ignore any typos <3

when you first stumbled upon her bakery on your usual early morning walks, you immediately felt drawn to it.

whether it was the sweet scent flooding the streets of the small coastal town that first drew you in or the loopy, cursive letters of the sign above the door, you do not remember.

there was just something about the small store; not too far off from the main road, but just enough to keep a sense of tranquility, away from the constant buzz of all the tourists that were filling the streets of the town in the warmer months of the year.

you quickly discovered though, when stepping through the entrance of the bakery where a small bell above the door was announcing your presence, that its location did nothing to prevent it from gaining some sort of popularity among the town’s people.

its interior was arguably even prettier than the store had been from the outside: all in soft pinks and pastels, with expensive looking furniture and the sweetness of baked goods lingering.

behind the counter stoood a woman, her sharp facial features framed by brown curls, only tamed by a bow that sat on the back of her head. her attire was, much like the store around her, the same shades of pink. above all this, she had an apron tied to her rather petite form. in her delicate hands she held a bowl with cake batter, but quickly put it down when she saw you.

“hi there” she spoke, wiping her hands with a towel.

you ran your own hands through your hair, feeling oddly out of place among so many pretty things.

“i haven’t seen you around before…?” she went on, blue eyes meeting yours.

“oh!” you said, snapping out of your trance. “i’m y/n. i haven’t seen you around here either”

thankfully, it didn’t come out as accusatory as you had feared it would.

“i’m nancy” the woman, nancy, said “nancy wheeler. i’m still fairly new to this town”

you looked around the room once more, over the cakes and cookies and all sorts of baked foods that were on display.

“i’m sure you’ll be fine” you assured and gestured all around “this is really pretty”

perhaps you were imagining it, your mind playing some cruel trick on you now that you’re facing a gorgeous woman like her, but her cheeks seemed slightly rosy at the compliment.

“why thank you” she leaned against the counter, manicured nails tapping a steady rhythm on its top. “can i get you anything?”

ꪆৎ

ever since that first encounter, and your first taste of her white chocolate chip raspberry cookies, you come to her bakery frequently -if not daily, as long as your schedule allows you.

you get to taste all of her specialties, whether it’s her cherry cake, her sweetly decorated cupcakes or the coffee you order every time.

what you probably like the most of all is her own sweetness. the way she blushes furiously when you compliment her or the way she starts fumbling with her apron when it’s just the two of you and she lets you have a taste of cake batter, your lips closing around the spoon with a soft, maybe slightly exaggerated hum.

you learn about her too, about some ex boyfriend of hers whom she left in a small town in Indiana to pursue her own dreams, about the people she left behind and the new friends she has made along the way.

your daily visits become hangouts when the store is empty and it’s just the two of you. they become shared secrets and lingering touches that never fail to make her cheeks turn all pink and rosy.

that’s around the time when you start feeling a new sense of hunger. not the kind you feel when you watch her working on a new cake from which you know that it’ll turn out delicious no matter what. more so the kind you feel when you’re close to her, when you move her aside by the small of her back to walk past or when you’re feeling especially bold and close your mouth around her pretty fingers to lick off whatever sweet treat she’s got smeared over them.

nancy will scold you then, complain that she’ll have to wash her hands all over again, but you see the way she fumbles when she turns, hear the way she stumbles over the words like she doesn’t understand. too innocent and new to it to wrap her head around the way her abdomen coils when you’re around.

when you first kiss her, she doesn’t know where to put her hands. they land on your shoulders, in somewhat of an awkward angle, but you guide her. help her put them on your waist, where nancy pulls herself closer until she’s pressed up against you entirely.

she kisses you slowly, like she’s still new in her skin and has to figure out how to move her mouth. you let her.

the first time you get to taste her, is in her apartment right above the bakery. on her bed where you briefly wonder, between soft pillows that smell like lavender and sugar, if everything in her life has got those pretty pastel colors.

nancy lets you untie the ribbon in her hair and you run your fingers through her untamed, wild curls. there’s an intimacy to it, one that lingers when she starts shedding her clothes. you lean back and watch through heavy lidded eyes as her skirt lands on the hardwood floor before she pulls up her blouse, further and further up and -god- nancy wheeler doesn’t wear a bra to work.

she seems shy in her own skin and you beckon her over until she’s straddling your lap and her pretty, pebbled nipples are right in front of your eyes.

“you’re so pretty” you swear to her before you take one of them into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. nancy moans and you hum. she’s sensitive there. so sensitive that she starts bucking her hips and grind them against your pelvis when you roll her other nipple between your index and your thumb.

she -honest to god- whines, her brows drawn together in pleasure. it’s the prettiest sight to see.

it doesn’t take long for you to spin her around and watch the way her hair sprawls out around her head on her pillows. she looks like a goddess like this, like a woman taken right out of your wildest fantasies: with her nipples hard and wet, her chest rising and falling quickly and a wet patch on the crotch of her lilac panties.

you could tease her, of course, feel her clit through the thin material and mouth at her pussy until she’s practically riding your face. but you wouldn’t dream of it now, not when you’ve been waiting to taste her for the longest time.

so you pull them down and nancy is spreading her legs and she’s opening for you. soft and pliant and pink like the rest of her, with hoarse curls surrounding her.

“fuck” you mutter. when you look up at nancy, she’s shyly biting her index and draws her legs together by the knees.

“don’t” you tell her gently.

“you don’t have to-“ she gestures downwards. “put your mouth there”

you chuckle at that. “i know. i want to though. is that okay?”

nancy nods immediately, even props herself up on her forearms so she can watch you when you nudge your nose through the hair there and place a first, soft kiss right onto her clit.

she moans, so responsive, and you get lost in the taste of her.

when you’ve made her cum with an actual shout of your name and you’re in her bed together, she kisses your temple.

she tells you that she’s never had sex like this. that no one ever put their mouth on her, that no one ever made her feel this good. you take pride in being what could’ve easily been her first orgasm. it’s sweet and you love every minute of laying with her.

it’s that until she leans above you and confesses “i want you to feel good too y/n”

“you don’t have to” you tell her and cup her cheeks with your hands.

“i know” she promises and kisses your palm.

you cum twice that night: once just from grinding against her thigh under her watchful, amazed gaze. the second time, you’re kneeling in front of her, each of you having one hand buried between the other’s legs, reaching your heights simultaneously.

that night, you find out how pretty nancy wheeler is when she cums. you find out that her cunt tightens, right before she releases, and that she gushes without noticing.

you also find out how her scent coaxes you to sleep like a lullaby. so you sleep, with one of her arms draped over your chest and her warm breath against your neck.

ꪆৎ

you had hoped that, whatever you were, wasn’t just casual. you knew it wasn’t when nancy woke you up with coffee in bed and a promise of “next time i want to have a taste of you too”.

nancy becomes more confident in her desires over time, admitting to more of them to you. you study her body, become familiar to each swell and dip, with every mole on her skin.

by the time you give in to what you’ve been wanting to do from the start, she’s officially your girlfriend.

you’re both behind the counter, an early, lazy morning in the bakery. you’re leaning against it, arms crossed over your chest, as you watch her mix together her ingredients. there are some freshly cut strawberries on a plate and you can’t help yourself but snatch one from it to pop it into your mouth.

“what’s that gonna be?” you ask with a nod in the direction of her bowl.

“strawberry shortcake“ she looks up at you momentarily. “want a taste?”

absentmindedly, you hum. you approach nancy from behind and wrap your arms around her waist. she squeals and scrunches up her nose.

“i’m working”

“i can see that”

she turns in your embrace, a smudged expression on your face when she meets your gaze.

“y/n” she says, nudging your shoulder. “you’re distracting”

“you love it” you return smoothly, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. nancy returns it, regardless of her playful complaints. and even though she gasps in surprise and you can feel her fingers tighten around your arm when you lick past her lips, she complies and kisses you back with all tongue and teeth.

nancy’s eyes widen when you lower yourself down to the floor in front of her, your hands roaming over her sides.

“y/n” she hisses under her breath, eyes darting towards the entrance. “what are you doing?”

you fumble with the hem of her maxi skirt, playfully grinning up at her. nancy is even more gorgeous when you’re down on your knees for her.

“is that okay?” you breathe. nancy takes you by surprise when she lets out a shuddered breath and nods.

“please”

“alright” you nod, already pulling up her skirt so you can stuff the hem up to where it sits on her waistline. you’re beneath the counter, hidden from the view of potential customers or anyone who might walk by. “keep working pretty girl. we wouldn’t want anybody to see”

nancy actually does, you can hear her stirring from above.

with your own task at hand, you pull her panties down her slender legs and quickly store them in your pocket -the slight, but visible bit of arousal sticking to the fabric doesn’t go unnoticed.

with that last barrier of clothing being out of your way, you put your palms on either of her thighs, your ragged breath ghosting over her bare, exposed cunt

“so pretty” you mumble, kissing her mound. nancy’s breath shudders above you. it’s true. you could spend hours, perhaps even the rest of your life, between nancy’s legs, worshipping her body. you part your index and middle finger and run them through her, spreading her labia open, delighted by the squelching sound of her arousal.

“hm” you hum, licking your lips. nancy is wet and wanting for you and she’s right there in front of you, awaiting your mouth.

she lifts her leg a little bit and drags her fingers through your hair impatiently.

“come on” she whispers.

you comply; your mouth open when you press it against her heat. she tastes good. so good. her slick is coating your tongue and it takes everything in you not to get lost in her immediately.

you trace your tongue over her clit and nancy gasps.

this time she drops the spoon entirely to grab a fistfull of your hair. you inhale sharply against her cunt as she guides you to where she needs you the most, the vibration of it going straight to nancy’s core.

finally, finally, you wrap your lips around her.

the noise nancy makes is somewhat of a strangled moan and you’re forever grateful you chose to close the front door on your way in. the noise echoes through the empty bakery, only for you to hear.

you eat her out like this for a while, getting lost in her desperate attempts of stifling her sighs as well as her taste on your lips. you know your teasing won’t make her cum just yet, your mouth avoiding her clit with purpose, only ever ghosting it briefly. you can tell nancy knows, her frustrated grinds of her hips enough of an indicator.

“come on baby” she groans softly. you look up at her just when she turns her chin down to send you a pleading glare.

you hold the established eye contact and bring one of your hands up to run it through her wetness, coating it in it. when you tilt your head, asking a silent question, nancy nods breathlessly. you push into her, two of your fingers sinking into the heat of her cunt.

she slams a hand over her mouth to stifle the moan that threatens to spill from her. you’ve stopped eating her out momentarily to catch the sight of her head thrown back in pleasure.

you moan too, quieter and less desperate, but a moan nonetheless when she flutters around your digits. she shoots you a warning glare, the hand that had been resting on the countertop coming down to cup your cheek.

her thumb strokes your lower lip, pulling it down and open slightly whilst she watches you through hazy eyes.

“quiet baby” she reminds you in a breath before pushing that finger forward. you open up for her, greedily sucking on her thumb to hold back your own moans. she replaces her thumb with her index and middle finger after a while, watching you suck her fingers off from underneath her counter while you’re still buried knuckle deep inside her. there’s a muscle that twitches in her jaw but you’re not sure if it’s because she’s trying to keep it down or because she loves the sight of you.

you hollow your cheeks around the long, manicured fingers that are pressing down on your tongue, giving the woman above you a show.

as you fight back the urge to gag around her, you go back to pumping your fingers into her pussy. in and out, in a steady rhythm, every stroke hitting her g spot perfectly. additionally, you start circling her clit with your thumb. you know that’ll be enough to make her cum and you’re proven right when nancy starts trembling above you.

“y/n” she whispers, over and over, like a prayer. “y/n, baby, i’m close. i’m so close”

you let her fingers fall from your lips, only for her to bury them in your hair once more.

“it’s okay” you whisper but it comes out like a plea.

“i’m gonna cum” she warns, voice high pitched and needy. “gonna cum- fuck- baby i’m cumming. i’m cumming”

her body bends forward a little, curling up in itself as the waves of her orgasm ripple through her. you feel the familiar pull of her pussy trying to suck you in deeper, to keep you in place. nancy is panting, some strands of her curls clinging to the sweat on her forehead.

after a moment of this, of her bent over with her lips pressed together in pleasure, she loosens the grip on your hair and leans back.

with a murmur of “fuck” she finds her voice back.

you grin, slowly pulling your fingers out. you contemplate sucking them clean but nancy is already handing you a paper towel. you’ll get your chance to taste her again, you decide, when you wipe her cum from your digits and stand back up.

you help the woman in front of you fix her hair and pull her skirt back into place gently.

“beautiful” you hum when you place a quick kiss to her forehead. “so beautiful”

nancy wheeler is beautiful, you learn. and sweet, too sweet even.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

In which a girl with a stalker finds her baker

"Odette!" Bridget called out to the blonde, who looked up from the lake with a smile.

"Hello Bridget, what are you doing here this late?" Bridget pursed her lips as he came to a stop in front of the popular princess, she didn't really know why she was here.

"Uh.... I don't really know, midnight stroll?" She sheepishly smiled, Odette could only chuckle at her.

"Sit, god knows what roams the shadows at this hour." The pinkette quickly sat down, unceremoniously falling on her bum and kicking her feet out in front of her, leaning back on her palms.

"The lake is pretty at this hour! I totally get why you're here all the time." Odette's smile dimmed a bit, glancing over at the bushes behind them.

"Of course, the lake is magnificent at night, I much prefer it at this time than during the day." She reached out to place her hand over Bridget's, but the girl jumped up onto her toes and leaned forwards to grab a flower.

Odette slowly blinked, retracting her hand as her eyes followed Bridget's sudden movement.

"What do you have there?" The Wonderlandian princess turned around, proudly revealing a small bouquet of little white flowers and clovers.

"For you!" She grinned brightly, and Odette stared at her for a few seconds, eyes widening ever so slightly as her lips fell into a small O shape.

"It's beautiful, thank you." She gratefully took the flowers from the girl, who merely grinned even brighter at her.

"But, we have to take our leave now, if I recall correctly we have a potions test tomorrow." She gracefully stood up, holding out a perfectly manicured hand to help Bridget up too.

She took her hand, hoisting herself up roughly, patting her pink dress off, the grass stains on her knees making Odette's lips quirk up.

"I'll accompany you to your dorm."

-

"Athene!" The daughter of Merlin shot up from her bed when Odette burst into her dorm, staring at the girl with wide eyes.

"Why are you interrupting my sleep?!"

"I'm in love! With Bridget! I CAN'T BE IN LOVE WITH BRIDGET!" Athene groaned, turning around and burying her face in her pillows as Odette paced around her room.

"And then she gave me flowers! Why would she give me flowers?! How dare she make me fall in love with her!"

-

"Odetteeeeeee!" Bridget dragged out her name, once again calling out to the girl in white.

"Yes, my sweet baker?" Odette smiled up at the girl, sitting by the fountain in the courtyard, Bridget standing in front of her with her hands on her hips and a proud grin, puffing up her chest.

"I finally mastered the Soufflé! Are you amazingly proud of me?" Odette held a hand in front of her mouth to hide her laughter, Bridget sadly pouting when she noticed.

"Odette! This is serious!" She leaned closer, one hand still on her hip, the other waving a finger in Odette's face.

"Why yes of course it is! It is of utmost importance that we celebrate this milestone in your life." Bridget's pout worsened, she crossed her arms and sat down next to Odette with a huff.

"What flavour is it?"

"Strawberry."

"That's sounds phenomenal, how about we go to your dorm and i'll try it out?" Bridget glanced at her.

"Really?"

"Of course my love."

-

"Ella." Odette nodded in acknowledgment of the girl, both bumping into each other in front of Bridget's brightly coloured door.

"Odette? I know you've been getting closer to Bridget but what are you doing here?" The blonde looked away to hide the light blush on her cheeks, fiddling with the swan locket on her necklace.

"Wait... you have a crush on Bridget?!" Ella whisper yelled, eyes wide as Odette quickly shushed her.

"Shh! Don't be so loud about it!" Ella laughed at her.

"Oh my god this is gold! Perfect little princess has a crush on Bridget! So, what stupid little thing about her made you fall for her? Was it the hyper running around?" Ella guessed, jokingly referring to Bridget's bubbly personality.

"She gave me flowers."

"If that's all it took then Rothbart needs to take notes, man, that's so weird, i'd have expected it to be much grander."

"Hey guys! Come in!"

-

"Derek." She looked at the boy with distaste hidden in her eyes, he simply smiled at her.

"Hello my future wife, how's school going for you? Has your pretty head exploded yet?" Odette kept her composure, not mauling him right then and there in public.

"Perfectly fine, my head won't explode from some information, something you so desperately need." She shot an insult in between her sweet tone and smile, quickly turning around.

"My baker." She smiled at Bridget, who grinned up at her.

"Hi Odette! Guess what!" She grabbed both of Odette's hands, twirling her around her.

"What?" Odette let out with a chuckle, Bridget finally stopping them from twirling even further.

"I got an A+! That's so amazing right!" Odette felt as if she could burn down the entire world and torture Derek for all eternity when said prince put a hand on her shoulder, stepping besides her.

"Sure. Uh, I was talking to her? Go away." He grimaced at her all link clothing, and Bridget slightly deflated, but nonetheless walked away after saying bye.

"You-!" Odette nearly lashed out at the smug prince, who was smirking at her.

"I what? Am incredibly pretty? Handsome? Amazing?"

"Come with me." She stalked off, eventually turning a corner where nobody could see them.

Derek got closer, pursing her lips to kiss her, but she kneed him.

He doubled over, nearly screaming it out, and she hit him square in the jaw when he finally looked up at her.

He fell back, once again in pain, and Odette quickly walked away, back to Bridget.

"What did you get an A+ for? Whatever it is, you must be the most talented person I've ever met." She stopped when she was standing behind the princess, who whipped around and looked at her with wide eyes.

"I am?"

"You are even more talented than the best bakers in the land, so, of course, you're the most talented person I know, also the most passionate." Bridget grinned, wrapping her arms tightly around Odette's torso, squeezing the air out of her lungs as she patted her hair.

-

"Go away Rothbart." The red haired boy rolled his eyes, trying to grab her wrist and pull her back, but she quickly evaded him and jumped out of the window she had been rushing towards.

"Hello my baker." She smiled at the princess who had caught her, and was fussing over her whilst she was in her arms.

She looked up, Rothbart was glaring down at her with a frown. Odette locked eyes with Bridget again, who was surprisingly strong.

"Thank you." She kissed her cheek, placing her feet on the ground as Bridget flushed red.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" She looked around at Uliana and her crew, who had taken a step back when the flowy white dress that Odette was clad in waved in their direction with the wind.

"Not really." Hook smirked at her, stepping closer and tracing his hook along her jaw.

"Mh, allright, then you won't mind if i'll take Bridget with me then?" She ignored him and looked over at Uliana, whose face contorted into a grimace.

"Actually, we do mind, we were just talking to-."

"Let's go my baker, i'll help you with your homework." She intertwined their hands, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

"O-okay!" Bridget let herself get dragged away by Odette, who led her into her own dorm, full of off white and sage green.

She pulled back the see through white curtains surrounding her bed, sitting down on the bed, Bridget taking a tumble and landing on her lap.

"As much as I enjoy this position, i'd much rather we just sit for a while, so you can tell me what you were doing with them?"

-

"My baker." Odette's breathy voice rang through Bridget's ears, a light blush covering her cheeks, making Red raise an eyebrow.

"Odette!" She turned around to face the blonde, who smiled softly at her and kissed her cheek.

"What have you made this time? It looks like quite the spectacle." Bridget's blush deepened, wordlessly offering the tray of cupcakes to her.

"And these are the rumoured transfers?" She glanced over at the two time travellers, who quickly nodded, well, Chloe did.

"-Yeah, who're you?"

"I'm Odette." The blonde gave them a smile, intertwining a hand with Bridget's, who was grinning.

-

"Maybe Odette'll do the prank? I've never heard of her and my mother was always very bitter about swans, and most other animals as well but you know." Red shrugged, Chloe hummed in thought.

"You might be right, when does Odette get kidnapped by Rothbart again? Maybe she gets kidnapped before Castlecoming and Bridget thinks she abandoned her?" Red stared at her for a while, Odette gets kidnapped in her story?

"Huh?"

"Yeah? Odette gets kidnapped and turned into a swan during the day, then prince Derek saves her, happy ever after." Red thought back to when Derek approached Odette and she saw the flash of a grimace on her perfect features.

"Mh, but she hates Derek?"

"Yeah, prince Derek only likes how she looks." Chloe shrugged as if it was completely normal, and Red nodded.

"So we have to stop Rothbart from kidnapping Odette, then my mom won't be a maniac!"

-

"You must believe me when I say anything looks amazing on you my baker, nothing can even compare to the fabric that covers your body, you would look amazing even in rags." Ella let out a 'hey!', Odette dismissed her with a wave of her hand, gesturing towards the blue ballgown in the corner of her room she had gotten made for the blue haired girl.

"You sure?" Bridget twirled around in her own ballgown, one that her own royal seamstress had made, staring into the mirror at how the dark red and white contrasted each other.

"It looks magnificent." Odette smiled into the mirror at Bridget, who smiled back.

"Well, if you think so..."

"I am NOT wearing this!" Ella broke their tension by speaking up from where she had changed into the ballgown.

"Yes you are." Odette dismissed her, gesturing for her to come closer so she could do her hair.

"You look amazing Ella! The colour looks amazing on you!"

"I wear blue every day, of course it looks good on me."

"Don't be so rude to her."

"Yeah sure lovebirds, go make out or something!"

-

"You look wonderful my baker." Odette kissed her shoulder as Bridget finished up her make-up, Bridget flushed red when she saw the lipstick mark she had left behind, she didn't make any move to remove it, so she left it.

"You look even better!" Bridget smiled up at Odette from her chair, turning around in the stool and wrapping her arms loosely around her waist.

"Nothing can top your beauty, nothing even comes close." Odette rolled her eyes at her absurdity, placing her hands on her shoulders as she looked down.

"Got it!" They heard a click and saw a flash, both whipping around to face Ella who had grabbed Bridget's camera and taken a photo, grinning behind it mischievously.

"Ella!" Bridget flushed red, Odette sighed.

"We'll have to go, else we'll be late, i'll see you guys there, I have something to do." She ushered them out, placing another kiss on Bridget's neck, for no reason at all, and closed the door behind them.

Red and Chloe followed Odette as she walked through the halls and towards the dorm of the son of Hephaestus, who quickly opened the door, already dressed up, and handed her a pink velvet box, about as big as her thumb, and quickly went to the ball.

They scurried behind her as she crossed the courtyard and towards the ballroom, and she was about to open the doors when she was jumped by a group of boys, Rothbart in between them.

Chloe quickly rushed in, using her sword to threaten them back, and Red punched a few of them down before she got to Odette, Rothbart had her, and was about to spell her when Red pulled her out of his grasp, she was still gripping onto the pink box.

"Odette, go, quickly!" Red opened the door and Odette slipped in, and Red punched Rothbart in the nose, he fell back, unconscious.

"Bridget!" Odette smiled as the princess turned around, the kiss on her neck had been wiped away, but the one on her shoulder was still going strong.

"I got you something." Odette pulled out the box, still a bit shaken up from being jumped.

"Oh! What is it!" Bridget beamed at her, grinning happily as she watched the box slowly open, revealing a pink gem in the form of a heart, with an intricate golden backing so it turned into an amulet.

"Oh you shouldn't have! How could I even repay you?" Bridget gasped, carefully lifting the amulet out of its box, admiring it with wide eyes.

"Well, you could be my girlfriend?" Bridget's eyed snapped to hers and she flushed red, holding the amulet to her chest.

"I- um, yes! Yes, please...." She awkwardly answered, still red as a beet.

"Really?"

"Yes! Oh my gosh i've had a crush on you for a while now and I didn't know what to say so I just-!" She got cut off by Odette's lips planted firmly against hers.

She stared for a while, then snapped out of it and finally kissing her back.

"Yes.... I'll be your girlfriend."

[ateriblewriter]

Bagels (a.m)

enjoy!

"Babe why are you crying?" Auston walked up to you snaking his arm around waist, his hand landing on your belly. He raised his eyebrows giving you a questioning look as to why you were crying in the middle of the bakery area at the grocery store.

You ignore your husband, instead choosing to continue staring at the selection of bagels in front of you, fixated on what was not there. How dare they not have what you wanted. The one thing that you had been craving since your mind hyper focused on the breakfast food earlier that week.

"You know I can't make it better if I don't know what's wrong." Auston tried again to break your hyper focus. He just needed to wrangle it out of you what was upsetting you and then he could help. That's all he wanted to do. "Y/N please."

"Bagels." you sniffle.

"What?" Auston wasn't sure if he had

"Bagels. They don't have the asiago." You sniffled admitting why you were tearing up. Damn hormones. It wasn't the end of the world, but with the surge of emotions if sure felt like it. And to top it off you could feel your lovely husband laughing at your misfortune. Why why was he laughing.

"It's not funny Aus. I'm huge. I feel like I'm going crazy. And this child will not stop kicking my bladder. All I want is an asiago bagel, but there aren't any left."

"I'm sorry babe." Auston's forehead hit your shoulder as he continued to chuckle at you. You do your best to throw the sharpest daggers you could despite the tears staining your cheeks. You tried your hardest to be mad at the man, but it wasn't easy. "But you're right it's not funny. I'll stop."

"Thank you." You wiped your tears, going back to contemplating your options of bagels. You were so focused on tying to decide on what your wanted, you never noticed Auston saying something and walking off in the opposite direction. "Wait Auston no. Comeback." You take a step but stop when you feel a wetness.

He really didn't need to what he was doing. But he was doing it anyways. And lucky for him the baker was able to find a bunch in the back, so he didn't have to go back empty handed.

"Look what I found." He flashed his pearly whites, holding up the newly acquired item. Auston's face fell when he saw the panicked look wash over your face. "What's wrong now?"

"It's go time. I think my water broke." As excited as you had been, now it had been soured by the fear of the unknown and dull twinges of pain from labor.

"Breathe." He set the bagels on a nearby shelf. He grabbed the basket from your hands and placed it on the ground. "Breathe with me, Y/N." he held your hands, urging you once again to take a sip of air. It help. He helps. You wouldn't be able to do this with out him. "What do you want to do?"

The two of you still had time before the little bugger arrived as you only just begun labor. A decision was made to quickly check out with the groceries you already had, check in on Felix and make it to the to hospital in time for the arrival of the sweetest little baby boy.

“He’s perfect Aus.” You hold you newborn child in your arms.

“I know. And he’s all ours. We get to keep him.” Auston sighed watching you take care of the little creature you had given birth to hours before. He couldn’t thank you enough for giving him his perfect little family.

"Now, what are we going to name him?"

[annarexcouture]

[johnpriceslamb]

🎀 - less than 500 words

𝓐𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓤𝓡 𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓖𝓐𝓝

❥︎ arthur w a feminine! gf

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ shy greetings and sweet actions

꒰ ❥ Mary-Beth being a giant tease and a flirt to reader . hyper-feminine! reader . fem! reader . many pet names in use . awkward-written ending . quick luv stori . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . reader has a dada and a mama . 2.3k words ꒱

❥︎ presents from whom

꒰ ❥ hyper-feminine! reader . fem! reader . reader is implied to be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . love sick Arthur . 1.2k words . Very quick mention of wlw Sadie ꒱

❥︎ untitled (🎀)

꒰ ❥ hyper fem reader as usuuaaaal . fem ! reader . > 100 wordiez ꒱

❥︎ untitled2 (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini babble . hyper-fem reader as usual -.- arthur being a bit jealous is a bit of an understatement ;3 . > 100 wordiez ꒱

❥︎ beloved caregiver

꒰ ❥ fem ! reader . little ! reader . Arthur Morgan if he was a caregiver/papa . fluff fluff fluff . cowboy papa ?! . reader is mentioned 2 have hair that allows itself to be brushed easily . OOC Arthur -.- . mini head cannons ꒱

❥︎ my hero

꒰ ❥ Hyper-fem(?) ! reader . female ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . gun-slinging mention . brute cowboy bf x shy princess gf . arthur morgan being a complete nut over u . harassment . attempted assault . not proof-read :P . very rushed ‘m sorriiii!!! . 1.6k wrds ꒱

❥︎ may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ always forever

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-fem ! reader . Arthur Morgan is a die-for 4 his sweetheart gf . OOC ! Arthur Morgan . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than character mentioned below . not proof-read . 1.0k wrdz ꒱

❥︎ caught (🎀)

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter den him . OOC ! Arthur maybe ? . flufflfufffluff . not proofread nor edited . ~ 500 wrdz ꒱

❥︎ fawn

꒰ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . crybbie reader sorraiiii . Karen’s a meanie pants but she loves reader . 1.1k wrd count. ꒱

❥︎ his fairy

꒰ ❥ hyper-feminine ! reader . female ! reader . reader is mentioned to be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . lovesick Arthur Morgan . super-shy reader . rugged cowboy bf x mini baker gf . fluff . Age gap implied . 7k words ꒱

❥︎ angelique

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . 1k wrd count. ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓛𝓔𝓢 𝓢𝓜𝓘𝓣𝓗

❥︎ Charles Smith as a caregiver (🎀)

꒰ ❥mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ Charles w a feminine! gf

꒰ ❥mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ ︎may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

𝓙𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓡 𝓔𝓢𝓒𝓤𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓐

❥︎ may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ knight and shining

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . VERY SUGGESTIVE . No actual NSFW . 1k wrd count. ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

𝓙𝓞𝓗𝓝 𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓢𝓣𝓞𝓝

❥︎ may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

𝓙𝓞𝓗𝓝 𝓟𝓡𝓘𝓒𝓔

❥︎ Papa Price (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ …Daddy. (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

𝓖𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓣

❥︎ Ghost as a caregiver (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ sick days

꒰ ❥ littlespace ! reader . fem ! reader. afab ! reader . caregiver ! Simon Riley . sickiesickie reader :c . da snifliez . reader is mentioned 2 be physically smaller den simon . not proof-read . OOC !!! simon . 1.3k words ꒱

𝓚Ö𝓝𝓘𝓖

𝓚𝓡𝓤𝓔𝓖𝓔𝓡

[cosmicriff]

Every mane 6 pairing has something in common

Twilight/Pinkie: good at organizing and planning

Twilight/Fluttershy: socially awkward introverts who have wings but prefer not to fly and stay indoors reading

Twilight/Rarity: also both good at organizing and leadership + Twilight is from Canterlot while Rarity has always wanted to live there

Twilight/Applejack: the more serious “straight mare” leader types

Twilight/Rainbow Dash: both geeks who nerd out over their passions and enjoy reading

Pinkie/Fluttershy: would rather do things for fun/relaxation rather than obligation

Pinkie/Rainbow Dash: the hyper silly ones

Pinkie/Applejack: bakers who are close to their family

Fluttershy/Rarity: the pretty, feminine ones who both enjoy the spa

Applejack/Fluttershy: both work with animals/nature

Fluttershy/Rainbow Dash: grew up together and have similar backgrounds

Pinkie/Rarity: eccentric business owners and artists who go all out in their work

Applejack/Rarity: also both savvy business ponies who enjoy the spa

Rainbow Dash/Rarity: like being the center of attention and can be a bit egotistical at times

Applejack/Rainbow Dash: athletes

[y0imiy9]

my modern!mizu take is that she would be a baker. she'd still be around sharp things and have plenty of dough to work with to get her hands moving. she'd make very intricate designs on sourdough and use multiple razors to achieve each design to make sure every cut is clean.

(forgive my basic ass writing this is purely for my self indulgent hyper specific job au ideas that cannot be contained. also compulsory english is my second language note 👍 any improvement/criticism on my terrible writing is greatly appreciated 💪)

she'd have a small at home bakery and ringo would be the one doing deliveries!! taigen lives next door and would complain that "all the heat is being drained from my house to power your stupid ovens" but would have his windows wide open every morning to smell the fresh bread. mizu knows taigen doesn't like her much, so whenever there's an extra loaf of bread that doesn't sell, she'd leave out the loaf hanging on his doorknob and knock twice before scurrying back to her door. taigen secretly likes mizu's sourdough bread and often waits for the familiar sound of firm knocks on his door.

akemi is her number 1 client bc her family owns a restaurant that serves dinner rolls with meals. mizu doesn't even specialise in dinner rolls. she makes them just for akemi.

akemi's family come from a long line of restaurant owners that built their way up to a humble semi-casual fine dining establishment. akemi doesn't really like working at the restaurant. the hours are too long, the customers are too snobby, the uniform is too tight, and so on. but she stays bc she knows how important it is to her dad to be in the family business. her compromise? never directly serve customers. ever. so that's how she ended up manning the hostess stand and doing the occasional salt and pepper refills.

one day, mizu decides to personally deliver the rolls instead of ringo. she hasn't actually been to the restaurant after many months of working with akemi's family, so she was curious as to why this restaurant doesn't house make their own. mizu sees akemi working at the hostess stand, not sure if coming in from the front door was the right idea. she should've asked ringo where the back entrance was but forgot bc she was running a little late. akemi was lowkey pissed the delivery was late, but quickly softened her expression once she realises it wasn't ringo.

akemi shows mizu where the back entrance is for the next time she decides to deliver the bread. mizu takes in the decor of the restaurant, surprised to see how sophisticated it is considering dinner rolls aren't exactly the fanciest type of bread. she was expecting more of a family diner style kind of gig, not a live jazz band in the corner kind of establishment.

mizu comments on the fanciness of the place and asks akemi if there needs to be any improvement on the shape or flavour of the rolls to better reflect the quality of the restaurant. akemi chuckles at mizu and waves her off, telling her that her dinner rolls are the reason customers come back, so there's nothing she has to change or improve— they're already perfect.

mizu, somewhat relieved, still feels like something is missing and asks akemi to schedule a meeting with her dad about possibly offering more flavour combinations of dinner rolls. akemi just rolls her eyes and smiles at mizu. she quickly scribbles on her notepad and hands a note over to mizu to come by Friday night before closing since that's when her dad will be working. mizu gives akemi a firm thank you and heads back to her home, ready to start another batch of sourdough. 🥖